The Death of Love

He took a sword to love
Smiled as he carved her like a Sunday roast
Thin slices that were fed to the dogs of lust
And then afterwards he felt hungry
But all that was left were the sated dogs
So he took an axe to lust
Laughed as he chopped in a frenzy of passion
Gorged
Gobbled
Grinned
He licked his lips
She fell to her knees in defeat
He had won
He had killed love
He had killed love.